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Grimm's Musings: 'Thank you, Mother'

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Mother, this year you've been gone for 31 years but I still feel your presence. I can still see your ageless beauty shining from behind those few laugh lines as your eyes sparkled when we talked. I do not doubt some of those creases across your forehead were my doing. I cannot help but laugh as I recall how you ordered me to secure my own switch from a bush I still believe you planted just to use on me. Honestly, Mother I shudder to think what I could have become without your guidance!

Your hands wrote many letters you sent me in my earlier days in the Army, always starting with a time and date. The earlier hours always told me you had been awake bombarding heaven for God to keep me safe. Your arms never seemed to age as they cradled my broken heart or wounded ego and hugged away my fears. To this day I still feel them wrapped around my shoulders.

Your cooking has always been my standard of excellence for cornbread baked in a cast iron skillet served with soup beans that had soaked over night and then simmered to perfection with a ham hock. To this day, no one can make apple dumplings like you made. Your hands cooked countless meals and to this day a mere memory brings a sense of home like no other place on earth.

Thank you, Mother, for pouring your life into mine.

If your Mother is like mine was, get your butt over to spend time with her. Once she's gone your being will ache beyond words for one more chat. And while you are with her, turn off that dang cellphone! Focus on her voice, her smile, her eyes and the way she folds her hands. Allow your mind to record every detail you can about her and her life story. Learn what she lived through, who impacted her life to make her who she is.

She had dreams bigger than life and love that knew no boundaries. She willingly carried us when our earliest presence caused waves of nausea. Our health drained hers as we were dependent upon her for our development. In those nine months we kept her awake, kept her from abandoned youthful activities. She put her life on hold for ours and to this day she speaks of it as it was nothing spectacular. She gave us life. She ruled our world so we'd have a life, a home, a refuge from the fickleness of an inconsistent society. She has been our biggest fan and our loudest cheerleader.

“Her children stand and bless her.... 'There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all!'

Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the LORD will be greatly praised.” Proverbs 31:28-30 NLT

Take her hands in yours, gaze into her eyes and tell her NOW, "Thank you, Mother, for pouring your life into mine!" (hrg)
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